Death - a poem by by William Butler Yeats
Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death.
A man, animal, roses
11/18/09 Log
Looked for pictures to take for my poem.
11/19/09 Log
Took pictures and made IMovie pictures.
12/9/09 Log
Made pictures for second poem
12/16/09 Log
Finished Pixie Poem
12/17/09 Log
Created 3rd Poem
12/22/09 Log
Finished 3rd poem
1/6/10
Wrote "Clock Poem"
Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death.
A man, animal, roses
11/18/09 Log
Looked for pictures to take for my poem.
11/19/09 Log
Took pictures and made IMovie pictures.
12/9/09 Log
Made pictures for second poem
12/16/09 Log
Finished Pixie Poem
12/17/09 Log
Created 3rd Poem
12/22/09 Log
Finished 3rd poem
1/6/10
Wrote "Clock Poem"